A Good Word

About a week or more ago Josh brought out his guitar and we spent some time together worshiping and praying. (something every married couple should do) As I sat there listening to Josh's heart for God, I was thinking I want a passage in the Bible to pray over my little girl. So I decided to read my own life verse (It was refreshing to remind myself of the words God has spoken over me {you should definitely do it}) Josh has always related to the story of John the Baptist so I then turned to Luke. Luke 1: 41-45 jumped out at me. The name Bliss means extreme joy. Luke 1:44 says "For indeed as soon as the voice of your greeting sounded in my ear, the babe leaped in my womb for JOY." When Mary (who was carrying the presence of God [Jesus in her womb]) came in, John was filled with joy. My little Bliss will be one who has joy in God's presence! amen.

Ultrasound 2

During my midwife appointment in July, I mentioned to the midwife that I was concerned that my uterus wasn't big enough. All the books were saying that I should be able to feel it so far above my belly button but I felt it much lower than it was supposed to be. I was a "little" worried. The midwife she said will check again next month and if it still seems low we'll go ahead a schedule an ultrasound to check things out. Anyone who has seen me before knows that I have an extremely long torso, I knew that this could be why the uterus seemed low. Knowing this I still freaked a little. It's funny, if I thought I was sick before pregnancy I would always put it off and not worry. Telling myself "I'll get threw it", or "I'll be fine." Being pregnant has completely changed all that. If I have a headache that lasts a little too long, a pain in my stomach, or anything else different then normal; I would call the doctor or bring it up at the next visit. My care-free, "it will all work out" philosophy has been taken over by worry and stress. Knowing that your every action no longer just effects you, changes the way you do everything. The way you eat , the way you drive... I wasn't the nicest or most focused driver pre-baby. So anyways, back to the point... Come Augusts visit I still didn't feel much growth. The Midwife said to go a head and get the ultrasound just to check on our little girl. She asked about her movement. She had been moving ALOT. The midwife said that as long as she's moving then she's doing fine but lets go ahead just in case. I think she just wanted to ease my troubled mind. Little did she know she would end up worrying me the most.

About 2 or 3 days later I noticed a lull in Bliss' movement. I had just hit 28 weeks and all the books say that baby is most active 24-28 weeks along. So I knew that she could simply be slowing down because of the shrinking room in my tummy but I just kept thinking of what the midwife said, "as long as she's moving"... It was too much. I was worried. So I called around and got my ultrasound appointment moved up a week. I thought I would die if I had to wait another week. So Josh takes off of work and we went to see our little girl again. I was part excited to see her and part freaked that something was wrong. I was told to drink 40 oz of water and NOT PEE for TWO HOURS. So to say the least I was very uncomfortable. The ultrasound tech had me lay down and started. She asked if this was our first ultrasound and how far along I was and then was SILENCE. She was silent for like 15 minutes! It felt like a life time. The screen was turned away from me so I saw nothing. With each minute that passed I got more and more worried, thinking is something wrong...TALK LADY! Then she told me that my bladder was very full ( like the pain in my stomach wasn't already cluing me in on that one) so I could go to the bathroom before she finished. I did, when I got back she explained that they had some dumb rule that they can't tell the poor parents anything until they have a certain amount of footage. So now she started talking, THANK GOD. She showed us the baby's heart, head, and all the other parts. She told me she looked great and the PERFECT SIZE. At that moment I could breath. It was the best, most reassuring thing she could say. She told me that the placenta had attacked very high and that I was caring her towards my back which makes me look a like smaller then others. But our little girl was healthy!

She did point out one thing...Bliss' cute, large nose! She has Daddy's nose! I'm sure she'll pull it off and make it look good.

Here are our new pictures...these look like a baby, not an alien.

This wasn't hard before

In life there are things that we do on a normal bases not really with thinking about it. Like taking a shower and changing our sheets. It is strange how caring a baby inside of your stomach can make these normal things not so easy. This week I spent at Amy's (most of you know who she is) and I went to change her sheets. Getting them off was easy enough. But when I tryed to bend over to tuck the new sheets in, there was something (someone) in my way. I ended up having to spread my legs way apart and bend my knees to make room for the baby while I bent over....It was a pretty funny site. Amy was laughing at me the whole time. Showering has become more of a sport too. My balance is crap because of the growing weight on my front side. This makes hoisting one leg up and balancing long enough to shave that leg near impossible. And TMI but shaving my bikini line...forget it, I can't see anything with this belly in the way. I can't wait for the day I can change sheets again!!

New ultrasound pictures to come!!!

The Uncomforts of Sleep

Third Trimester, here we are! I can't believe I'm less then three months away from meeting my angel. I mean it, I have a hard time believing it. It's strange how you can want something for years and think you are ready for it. Then it's really happening and you find yourself scared enough to pee your pants. And being pregnant makes peeing your pants easy. I maybe a little shocked at the idea of being a mother but the idea of not being pregnant sounds more amazing with each restless night(which are all nights). It seems like the second I hit my third trimester I hit a wall. My back is killing me! Today Josh said to me, " why can't I massage your back and it last a couple of days." I WOULD LOVE IT TO LAST! I hate that at the end of most days some part of my back will have shooting pain that wont let me sleep. All the books say if you have back pain then you shouldn't do anything for to long, you know sitting, laying, standing. You are supposed to switch it up. But it's really hard to "switch it up" when you want 8 hours(or longer) of sleep at night. Like in the middle of sleeping I want to get up and walk around, or sit on the computer for 30 minutes before laying back down(which is actually what I am doing right now). What I have been doing is changing my sleep position 8 or 9 times a night. Usually one of the positions is sitting up, I prop a butt load of pillows behind my back and I sleep like that. No lie. Yesterday, I was having intense shoulder pain(please note I am also very emotional, the closer to delivering the more emotional I am) and thinking I CAN'T DO THIS FOR 3 MONTHS so I started crying... from shoulder pain, what a baby. I'm supposed to be a mom, not the crying baby. I kept thinking if I can't handle my back hurting then labor is not gonna go so well. I think a baby coming out of my "girli" is going to hurt alot more then my back is hurting. Other then hating sleep because its more tossing then sleep, I'm doing good. Baby Bliss is moving ALL the time. It's nice to feel her. No hiccups yet. I kind of want her to get them just because I have heard so much about how weird it feels.